The hunger pierced my stomach with a vengeance.
“I must push on,” I thought, “I must not stop.”
The sea of the hungry seemed to congeal around me
and I was trapped temporarily before I finally broke free with a cry of
victory. With determination, I used my
elbows like swords and cut my way through the passive waiters, subtly waving
around those who had the same idea as me.
Finally, I reached the shore, the land of milk and honey. With my arms limp and swaying beside me, I
marched towards the smell that greeted me.
I reached in my pocket and squeezed my ticket to sustenance. As I began to pull out my hard earned cash, I
heard the ring of the bell. My stomach
dropped and I cursed my slow procession through the hungry storm. The clouds of chaos subsided as everyone left
the thundering room. I was too late,
lunch was over.
